Early the next morning, Meng Qinghao called Kuchma early and invited him to have dinner together.

Kuchma, who received the call, was a little hesitant.

For the UKR, which is fully on par with the West, this kind of banquet outside of normal business etiquette is obviously not acceptable, but the problem is that Meng Qinghao is too generous.

Every dinner, it must be the highest standard restaurant, the highest standard of wine, the highest standard of souvenirs, if he brings a female companion, he will even give the other party's female companion a special gift.

Take last week's dinner as an example, Meng Qinghao gave Kuchma's wife a jade bracelet specially brought from China, the kind of unseen clear, pure but rich light blue completely conquered his wife, even though he knew that the other party had business cooperation with his husband, but he still kept praising the bracelet, praising Meng Qinghao, and praising the Chinese people at the table.

After eating a meal, Kuchma himself was even a little shaken.

Are Huaxia people really that good?

Why, then, do you not cooperate with them, but with the Americans?

In addition, the cooperation between Madasic and Dongqi is obviously not at all, but the other party is willing to invest so much cost in themselves, I have to say that they are indeed a group of generous businessmen.

And it is always pleasant for people who are more generous to cooperate.

Thinking of this, Kuchma sighed and thought to himself:

It's just an ordinary dinner between friends, anyway, the outcome of this plan has already been doomed, and I don't need to have too much burden.

If you really want to blame, blame the Americans

So, at the end of the day's work, Kuchma came to the restaurant Meng Qinghao said on time.

He gave his name, and the polite doorman standing at the door immediately welcomed him to a private space in the back of the restaurant.

Later, the waiter who took over the doorman brought him comfortable slippers, watered and mixed with syrupy vodka, and three hot towels for different purposes.

Everything is done in Kuchma's favorite way – it's a top-notch restaurant that many people won't get to set foot in their lifetime, but it's furnished like his own home.

This feeling of mastering power and resources fascinated him.

He wiped his hands and face clean, changed into slippers, and drained the sweet vodka in one gulp, and then sat down on the sofa, quietly waiting for his friend, Meng Qinghao, to arrive.

However, what puzzled him was that his friend, who was never late, was actually late this time.

Not only was he late, but even after he took the initiative to call him, the other party actually hung up directly.

What's going on?

Kuchma frowned, of course he was not worried that he would not be able to pay his bills because the other party released pigeons, after all, he was also a high-income group in the city, and the occasional consumption was not a stress.

It's just that the other party's sluggish attitude made him a little unhappy.

Hang up the phone?

There may be something urgent, but at least you should have given us advance notice

With such a mood, Kuchma waited for half an hour, and Meng Qinghao finally came late.

His face was covered with sweat, and as soon as he entered the room, he hurriedly said apologetically to Kuchma:

"Mr. Kuchma, my friend."

"I'm so sorry that I was scheduled for an important meeting and it was too late to finish."

"I didn't get a call from you because of the information restrictions on this meeting-—— you know, it's not uncommon in our industry."

Hearing his words, Kuchma nodded slightly and said with relief:

"I understand, we do that occasionally."

"But you don't have to be in such a hurry, give me a call when it's over, I don't mind waiting a little longer."

Meng Qinghao put on an extremely sincere expression and replied:

"I know you'll wait for me even if you don't call-—— this is probably a little bit of a tacit understanding between us."

"Hahaha

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Meng Qinghao finally sat down, and while he asked the waiter to start preparing according to the menu he had already booked, he complained to Kuchma:

"I don't know how your company is, but I'm really fed up with our company's system."

"You know, I'm a businessman, but they insisted on me attending technical seminars, saying it was for us to improve ourselves and better for our work."

But in reality, it's all formalism. During the 4-hour seminar, I barely listened to a word – it was all mathematical formulas! ”

"Kuchma, can you understand this feeling?"

Kuchma shook his head with a smile and replied:

"I'm afraid I don't understand, I started from the most basic technical staff, so most of the technology doesn't work for me."

"I can't say it's not difficult, but at least I can understand what they're discussing."

Hearing this, Meng Qinghao's face showed a look of envy, and he shook his head lightly and said:

"I envy you. I didn't have that good conditions before, so I didn't have much education. ”

"The knowledge we talk about in business is actually learned slowly after work."

"So, I know everything very basic, maybe you should go to this conference."

Kuchma sneered and spoke:

"Don't say such stupid things, the meeting for information control must be an important technical meeting."

"It's better for us not to have any technical communication until we have reached a cooperation, which is not in accordance with the rules and there is a risk of leakage."

"Of course, of course."

Meng Qinghao hurriedly replied.

At this moment, the appetizers were brought to the table one by one, and the two of them skipped the seemingly sensitive topic in favor of bad weather, vodka, women and flesh-colored stockings.

On Friday night, the two were soon slightly drunk.

Meng Qinghao used the spirit of wine to constantly tell Kuchma about the difficulty of work.

"Kuchma, really, I really need this cooperation, not for any noble goal, but for myself."

"If I can't win you, then my whole year's bonus will be wasted, and when I go back, I won't have the face to face my wife at all."

"Don't look at the scenery when I usually come out with you, but it's all the company's money."

"I would rather have a house where I can settle down than these lavish meals."

"What a fucking boss, fucking life"

Kuchma nodded his head in empathy, in fact, his experience was very similar to Meng Qinghao's.

As a high-powered business representative, and a tech-savvy business representative, he never felt a shred of respect.

In Madasic, only those "direct blood relatives" really have rights.

And no matter how hard you try, you will be blocked by the invisible ceiling.

Family, friends, colleagues all think he's glamorous, but in reality?

Probably the same as the man in front of him.

Thinking of this, Kuchma raised his glass again.

On this day, both were very drunk.

In a daze, Kuchma remembered that it was Meng Qinghao who sent him home.

The other party also seemed to have drunk too much, and in the taxi, he kept muttering something in his mouth, "I don't understand those mathematical terms at all", "What bullshit model, why do I want to learn, why do I have to take an exam", "Kuchma, do you know what is called flow thermosetting property prediction", "I really want to give them those doggy teachers a slap, I don't understand at all".

Is it complaining about the so-called technical seminar he mentioned before?

Discussion on thermosetting properties?

It does sound quite professional, probably related to turbine blades.

It's no wonder that Meng Qinghao couldn't listen to it.

As a business person, it's good to understand this kind of thing, but even if you don't understand it, it doesn't have any effect.

Kuchma's head was dizzy, but at the last second before he fell asleep, a word suddenly flashed through his mind and hovered for a long time.

Flow thermosetting characteristics of turbine blades. Forecast??

(End of chapter)